Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like grapes
I make the shed a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, playin fair

niggas like loose leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall from heaven to hell?
Yall aint nowhere

But in the same town on the same dirty
And I care how you livin it up
I even got dead shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust just to make niggas run by me

I squeeze mine with one eye and one and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
it blows, yall so called pimps die hoes
Dont bite rhymes or flows, just air
Snap a finger, have yall wanted in dead park

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the you think spit mean?
Same bitch tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need
Im a customer, I snatch cream

Soldier, over, knock on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, the populations over
Im early retirements
'Cause you blast last Im firing
Dyin in the blood you in

Went the full house to the raw house
To niggas to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, your jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the color
As a tongue of a chow, chow,
These aint water pistols, they many missiles
And when I set em off, they scar your bones to the

I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for your son
Im everyone

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in for combat
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the
See, Is sick, up henny and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the death of my
Until I up and hugged her and told her that I loved her

sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a
ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of as the king of my throne
to Roleys, back to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was than a lot of yall records
Bed your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered some for dough
Hit em up fast, watched die extra slow
I lock shop when I come through the blue tops
a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, it go, yall got it
The East Coast, West Coast
Warren G doin it with my from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my drag-on
Yeah, how we doin it, like that for yall
In the 99